So during one of my many free periods I have in my school day I was reading through Fan Fiction, you know, as you do. And a story came to me, it's a Rosalie/ Edward, but you already know that because you're here right?
Anyway, I have the outline of the story roughly done, and if I change anything it will only be a few details here and there, but it's not like you guys will know anyway right? :) But now I'm rambling, so I hope you enjoy the first chapter, drop me a review and tell me what you think, if you feel like it.
I should be updating every week or so, but unfortunately I have a week in the near future that will be cluttered with exams. But not to worry I'll try my best to keep my updates constant, because everybody needs their weekly dose of Roseward ;)
Enjoy!
Collision - 'An instance of one moving object or person striking violently against another'. When Edward Cullen and Rosalie Hale collide, it results in less than pleasing results. Can these two hard heads of the business world warm up to each other and learn to love? Only time will tell. AU AH R/E, A/J, B/Em.
Chapter One – Spill
1. To cause or allow (liquid) to run or fall from a container, especially accidentally or wastefully
2. To shed (blood), as in killing or wounding.
"File the Morris case; take the Brown case to my Father, then on your way back grab the Johns case and bring it to me, they need a brief written up by the end of the week."
"Yes Miss Hale"
The blonde, who was about to open her office door stopped and turned round to look at her small assistant, who was now scrambling to grab all the needed pieces of paper. Holding back a smile Rosalie watched as a few of the stray papers slipped out of her small hands and fell into a mess onto the floor, rolling her eyes Rosalie spoke up,
"Jane?"
The frantic platinum blonde looked up at her, her eyes wide with what Rosalie assumed was fear.
"Yes Miss Hale?"
"Go grab Jessica, see if she can help you"
Jane leaped up, leaving the pile of now scattered papers on the floor- much to Rosalie's dismay- and ran out of the room in search of one of the many other assistants the firm hand. Before she could go far Rosalie called her name again, to which she turned quite quickly, her hair in a messy halo around her face.
"Miss Hale?"
"Could you be a dear and grab me a coffee too please?"
Jane nodded once again and ran out of the office, her little feet carrying her much faster than normal. It wasn't power abuse, she felt like a coffee and that was what assistants were for right? Shaking her head, Rosalie pushed open the heavy glass door that lead into her large office and, after dropping her bag onto one of the plush chairs, closed it behind her.
Walking around her mahogany desk, Rosalie sat down on her sizeable leather chair and brought out her laptop from the locked draw in her desk. Lunch with Jasper was always a little strained. It wasn't that she didn't love her older brother; she really did, but an entire hour of him and his questions got tiring real quickly. Then again it wasn't like he could help it, his physiologist side was brought out whenever she was around, he was always constantly worried about her and the stress she was under.
It wasn't anything she couldn't handle, but older brothers are like that.
Logging onto her Email, she wondered through the normal everyday issues, responses on the briefs she had made. Links from Alice on outfits she might like. (She made a mental note to have a look at them later). Emails from Ben and Mike about the background research she had requested the previous week and a couple from Emmett, probably what he thought were 'funny' pictures of cats in strange positions with 'funny' writing.
There was one that wasn't in her usual pile. Her Father, one of the main partners of the firm always gave her paper briefs on cases he thought she would be best suited for. But he had sent her an email with a brief on a case he had marked as 'High Priority'. The fact that it was an email was strange enough, but her Father never gave her a case that was in his opinion 'high priority'. Even though she was the youngest junior partner at 25, her experience was a little more than a year, not enough, in her Father's opinion to take care of a case that could have been given to a more experienced employee.
With her eyebrows scrunched, and her black, thick rimmed glasses perched on her nose she opened the mysterious message. It wasn't anything new; it had inside it all the things she would have found in any other document her Father had sent her. The case name, information, and orders on what she had to do t begin. It was the same as always. It didn't look any different to all other cases she had been assigned to. With the click of a button, the printer behind her whirred to life as it printed out the seven page legal document. Spinning round on her chair Rosalie reached out to grasp the still warm paper, and after reading over it once more, place it inside her bag. She'd have a look at it at home; right now she had three other, more pressing cases.
At exactly five thirty in the afternoon, exactly half an hour before she could get into a warm cab, drive home and fall into her large overstuffed sofa, Rosalie heard the distinctive ring of her iPhone's ring tone. A ring tone that had been distinctively chosen and programmed by one of the, if not the most annoying person in her life.
Alice flashed across her screen along with a picture of the said girl winking at her in what seemed to be a club. Rosalie took her glasses off of her nose and after rubbing her increasingly tired eyes; she pressed the 'Answer' button and waited for the high pitched onslaught to commence.
"Alice, I have half an hour. Half an hour until I can go home and sleep. This better be good"
Her only response was an exaggerated sigh from the other end followed closely by one of her best friends twinkling voice.
It's good to talk to you too Rosie. It'd nice to know how much you love me. It's been what? A month since you've talked to me?
With a roll of her eyes she replied, "It's been a week Alice, not even that we had dinner at your house last Friday"
Well it seems like a month to me! Don't you love me?
"Alice" Rosalie warned. It was Thursday evening, she was tired and cranky and a Rosalie Hale that was both tired and cranky was not a good combination. Alice knew that.
Fine, fine. We're all going out tonight to that new bar that just opened. You know the really cool one that has the cute little Hawaiian girls that give you little flowers and wear grass skirts. You know the name. What is it again? Oh shoot, hold on I'll ask Jazz, he'll know!
Before Rosalie could reply, she could hear voice in the background, Alice and a male, who she presumed was Jasper. She never really understood how the man could keep up with what his little pixie of a wife was saying, but love was blind with the pair. And apparently it was also deaf.
See Rosie? Jazzy knew!
"How manly of him" Rosalie replied, sarcasm evident in her voice.
Don't tease him! Jazzy Rosie is being mean about you again.
There was a reply in the background, something Rosalie couldn't quite catch. But if she knew her brother, and she definitely knew her brother it was some sort of remark about her from one of his many embarrassing childhood memories.
"Alice get to the point or you're going to end up trying to make an appointment with Jane"
Rosalie heard a scoff before the reply, Puh- Lease, your little assistant stutters more then she talks. Rosie why don't you just hire another one, as far as assisting goes, you might as well be by yourself with that one.
"I can't simply fire her Alice, she was here before me and she has her good points" she took a moment, which Alice had decided to use to retort.
Really? And what's that?
"She quiet, really quiet, which is more then I can say for the person I'm currently talking to. Did I mention I know have twenty three minutes before I can go home? What do you want Alice?"
Well, as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by someone –
"Hey!"
The name of the bar is Beach 23 and we're all going there tonight and you have to dress up, get pretty and come with us.
Rosalie groaned. It was bad enough she had the weekly dinner with these people, now they wanted to go to a club, on the only night she had free all week?
"Alice I really don't want too, I'm tired and I have three different case I'm working on simultaneously."
You don't get a choice Rosie, you have to come, we're all going and without you it would be just no fun
"But-"
No buts! It's on 23rd Street, right on the corner, you can't miss it. Be there at seven sharp!
Before Rosalie could reply, groan or complain, she was met with the morose sound of the dial tone. Taking a deep breath she perched her glasses on her perfectly straight nose again and returned to her work. It was no use in wasting a perfectly good fifteen minutes of work.
Beach 23 turned out to be more packed then Rosalie first thought. She had arrived at exactly five to seven. She had come straight from work, spending an extra half an hour trying to get Jane to calm down enough so that she could file the briefs and background information into the right file before attempting to hail a taxi in the centre of New York City.
She still made impeccable timing, in her opinion. With her black work bag in hand, she had walked straight past the line of bar hoppers that stretched to the other corner of the street, and to a large, bald man who held a clipboard in hand. She would get through, even with her formal work clothing, she knew that. But if she knew Alice, she had probably found someway to get their names onto the list of V.I.P on the opening night of Beach 23.
"Rosalie Hale", she spoke up to the six foot ten (she guessed) man in front of her. He would have rivalled even Emmett in height. With a grunt he looked down scrolling through the list with a pen, and after a small movement of his badly chewed pen, which she guessed was him ticking her name, he looked up and unhooked the thick red rope, wishing her a goodnight and letting her pass through into the loud, overcrowded club.
It wasn't hard to find the group of people she was supposed to sit with. Between them all they turned quite a lot of head wherever they went. They in the back, past the dancer floor where people seemed to enjoy dry humping to the pounding song the DJ was playing in the background. Emmett was primarily the most obvious, his height and his broad shoulders brought everyone attention to him and when he wasn't instantly intimidating people, he was laughing, a laugh so loud you could probably hear on the other side of New York.
Bella was under his, wrapped tightly inside one of his overly muscled arms. She was the subtle kind of beauty, even though she didn't believe it. She wasn't like Rosalie, no with Rosalie you looked and ten never left. But with Bella she was the kind of girl who guys turns back around to get another look at. Rosalie smiled as Emmett's other arm came round to grab Bella, earning a squeal even Alice would have been proud of.
Alice was sat across them her little mouth moving non stop, as her equally small arms moved around her to emphasize whatever she was saying. Which seemed to get another laugh from the giant across her. Alice was the type of girl who caught the attention of others with her voice, her height? Not so much. Standing at a tiny 4ft 10 Alice had a voice that would have rivalled Rosalie's in loudness.
Her brother was sat next to the pixie, a small smile on his face and a bottle of beer in his hand. It was how Jasper usually was, his laid back attitude and pissed off Rosalie to no limit when they were younger. But he truly was like no brother, even though he was three years older, he had spent time with Rosalie, been her rock through the hard time their family had been through.
He was the first to catch her gaze, his blue eyes, which seemed to be softer then Rosalie's caught her own icy versions and his smiled increased a fraction. So small that if you weren't Rosalie you probably wouldn't have caught it. She returned her brother s smile with her own little cheeky wink and he nodded, moving his face a little to motion for her to come over.
Rosalie began to walk over, manoeuvring her way through the sweaty people currently rubbing against each other on the flashing dance floor. Reaching the table, she placed her bag on the chair next the one she used to sit down on.
"It's about time you got here Rose" Teased Bella from her position under Emmett's arm. "We were beginning to worry you'd been swallowed by your office again"
Rosalie rolled her eyes, shrugging off her black blazer, revealing a blood red blouse. "Very funny Bells, you getting your joke from Emmett again?"
Emmett's face dropped, and his bottom lip came out to pout a little, which Bella had no problem sorting out by placing a small kiss on his cheek.
"Don't worry babe, she doesn't mean it."
"Get her to tell me that" He replied, his pout returning once again.
Rosalie rolled her eyes again; it seemed she did it a lot around these people she called her friends. She made a mental note to make new ones soon, ones who didn't annoy her as much.
"What'd you want sis?" Jasper asked from his spot on the table, as he moved to get up. Rosalie held up her hand motioning form him to sit down.
"It's alright Jazz I'll go get it." She got up pushing her chair back before pushing it under the table again "Anybody want anything?" With a round of shaking head she was off, yet again have to move around drunks and other who had for some reason thought that just because the club was called Beach 23 it meant they could come in bikinis. Well, Rosalie thought, good luck getting home in those.
Reaching the bar Rosalie grabbed one of the bamboo stools they had placed in a row in front of the lit up surface and waited to be served. A baby face blonde man came up to her with what Rosalie had immediately recognised as his best, or what he thought was his best, flirting smile.
"What can I get you beautiful?"
Rosalie resisted the urge to yet again rolled her eyes and mentally hit herself for what she was about to say.
"Can I get a Sex on the Beach, quickly please?"
The mans eyes seemed to sparkle at the mention of Rosalie's favourite drink and he leaned forward.
"Well beautiful we are at the beach-" He started before Rosalie spoke up interrupting him.
"I'm sorry…"
"Mike" He filled in.
"…Mike, but you see the Muscle man over there, across the dance floor?"
He nodded his eyes widening slightly as he took into account the size of the man in question.
"Well I'm with him, and I'm sure he wouldn't like it too much if he found out I was being hit on"
She smiled and leaned forward.
"Now that drink please?"
Nodding slightly Mike moved away from Rosalie to grab the necessary juices and returned a while later with the mixture. Thanking him Rosalie grabbed it from him, making sure not to make contact. She didn't need him thinking there was some kind of 'spark'. And stood up.
Turning round Rosalie came into contact with something hard, and muscled as she lost hold on the drink and the contents came spilling out of the cup and turning her blood red blouse three shades darker. She gasped first dropping the cup instinctively to rub at her silk, expensive blouse. To no avail unfortunately as the mixture spread even with her quick dabs.
Rosalie's face became red with anger, almost matching that of her blouse and she looked up to look straight at the culprit. She caught sight of wide green eyes but nothing else as she blew up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Her voice came out a pitch or two higher then her normal voice.
The man opened his mouth to reply but before he could Rosalie had begun to scream again, attracting the attention of many others in the club.
"Seriously you fucking jackass!" She fumed, "Is really that hard to say 'excuse me'? What the fucking hell is your problem? Look at my shirt! It's fucking brown! What the hell were you thinking, do you not use that fucking tiny pea inside your head you call a brain to think that maybe possibly the woman walking away from the bar has a drink in her hand?""
Ending her rant, her chest heaved almost painfully as she tried to regain the lost air and the man in front of her did something she never expected. He laughed. The green eyes copper haired man in front of her did something no man had ever done when Rosalie had lost her temper. And as she stood there watching the stranger, who had ruined her blouse laugh she quickly felt her temper begin to rise again.
"Look I'm sorry" The man began, "I'd be more then happy to pay for your dry cleaning Miss..." The man in front of her waited as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
Rosalie huffed and scowled at the man, "Do you know what? Just forget it, I've had a bad enough day without needing another fucking jackass in my life"
And with that she pushed past the humoured and towards the table of people who seemed oblivious to what had just happened. Alice was the first to look up at the angry blonde stomping their way and noticing the large ugly stain on the said blonde's silk blouse she let out a squeal that made everyone at the table turn to her in worry.
"Ali Baby what's wrong?" Jasper's voice rang out above the questioning. Alice who was still looking at the blondes stain got up from her seat, running as fast as her little legs could carry her towards the still very angry Rosalie.
"Oh my god! No! No! Not the red silk blouse! Why would you do something like this!"
Rosalie scoffed and attempted to swat away the tiny hands that were attempting to dab at her blouse, "I didn't do anything some fucking jackass forgot to look where he was going!"
Alice, who was openly gaping at her, looked as if she was ready to cry, the rims of her eyes were filling with moisture that was about to fall over the edge any second. Taking Rosalie's arm with a force that someone her size really shouldn't have had, she dragged her to the table where Alice leaped into her oversized bag in search for something that would possibly help the increasingly bigger stain.
After a round of shots and getting Alice to stop poking and dabbing her sister in law's chest. The table had gotten a little quieter, the conversation flowing easily and after Jasper had generously offered to get his little sister another drink, even Rosalie had managed to calm down.
"Oh guys!" Alice spoke up checking her phone, "Edward's just sent his date home! He's coming over!"
Rosalie looked up from where she was emailing Tyler about the incorrect information she had received on a defendant on her case she raised an eyebrow at the bouncy bunny across her. Who the hell was Edward?
"Alice, who's Edward?"
Alice who had now stopped bouncing, looked at her like she had grown another head while sipping her White Russian.
"How do you not know who Ed is?"
"Because I don't, am I supposed to know?" Rosalie asked, completely baffled.
"He's my brother"
Rosalie's eyebrows scrunched together, Alice had a brother? She hadn't met a brother at Jasper's and Alice's wedding, or their one year anniversary party. Alice almost as if picking up on Rosalie's inner thinking spoke up.
"He was doing a three year Peace Corp. thing during our wedding, he couldn't come"
"Oh" She replied dumbly, "Well alright then, where is this Edward ?"
Alice's head snapped up to look at something behind her. And it didn't take a genius to figure out who the voice belonged to.
"Hey baby sis, long time no see."
Rosalie stiffened as she realised just who the voice belonged to , turning round slowly, she raised her head to stare at the green eyes she had looked at earlier in the evening.
"Well well if it isn't foul mouthed Barbie?"
As if her temper wasn't rising to the point of exploding Rosalie replied through gritted teeth.
"Jackass"
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